. Punch . int, and the act-drop descends while thepeople si?ig the following— Grand s the day, and now s the hour ;Hark, the signal from the Tower !• See how every body runs, Ah ! the guns ! the guns ! the guns ! PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 67 &rt tf)C grtflnc/. The Stage represents the House of Lords. A practicable Throne at theback, and a figure of the Lord Chancellor painted on the Members cut in profile and others represented by living personages. Chorus of Members. Air.—The Chough and Crow. The grouse and snipe to roost are gone, The crow sits on the tree ;And
. Punch . int, and the act-drop descends while thepeople si?ig the following— Grand s the day, and now s the hour ;Hark, the signal from the Tower !• See how every body runs, Ah ! the guns ! the guns ! the guns ! PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 67 &rt tf)C grtflnc/. The Stage represents the House of Lords. A practicable Throne at theback, and a figure of the Lord Chancellor painted on the Members cut in profile and others represented by living personages. Chorus of Members. Air.—The Chough and Crow. The grouse and snipe to roost are gone, The crow sits on the tree ;And Campbell fears that he alone The mark for Brouohm will Premier eyes Young England Ben, As if Come on, he d ye, then, my merry men, It is our opening day. Brotherton sends us fast asleep With true mesmeric power,And winking eyelids faintly peep While he talks by the Hume, with shortend ken, Loses his murky ye, then, my merry men, It is our opening PUNCH GOING DOWN TO THE HOUSE. No source of income own we now; But, knocking at our door,Th assessor comes with dreadful row To mulct us of our store :He calculates with ink and pen— A surcharge we must pay :Uprouse ye, then, my merry men, And use him as you may. General ye, then, my merry men,For tis our opening day. Recitative. Usher of the Black , by the sound of hors< s and of coaches,I m certain that Her Majesty approaches. {A short pause.)Now, by the murmuring of voices near,I in pretty sure Her Majesty is here.[All rise and the Queen enters.—Her Majesty lakes herupon the Throne.] (Prime Minister hands the Speech.)Barcarole and Chorus. Premier and your fingers taper, Lovely lady mine,Take this sheet of paper, Lovely lady in accents sweeter Than honey of the bee,Oh, act as a repeater Of what you there will see. her fingers taper, Lovely lady his,She takes the sheet of paper, Lovely lady his. place Premier, (deuxiem
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